Artoria the Big Liar

The reason for the existence of the Heterobelt is because of the fantasy tree planted by the Alien Star God here.The fantasy tree here has been squeezed dry by Tona Riko, and under the influence of the father, it is integrated with the white tower in Camelot City—that is, the body of the holy gun.The existence of Lily is not a "savior" at all, but a "destruction engine".

Born from the cursed island and continuing the viciousness of the original Yaling, the fairies here have become two existences from the fairies in pan-human history.Lily couldn't find any goblins who could be saved, and all goblins would turn into disasters or Moss at the other end of madness and despair.Even if she can restore Calamity to sanity for a short time, the elf herself cannot fight against the curse gathered on the island, and will eventually lose her sanity and become a vicious part.

Then, she is not the so-called "holy sword body".Because the holy sword body is the viciousness in front of my eyes.

This is also understandable, why it was Merlin from Panhuman History who taught her magic, and why she used ancient Britons as spells.Her essence is also an outsider, and her position is consistent with that of Chaldea.It was only through her father's intervention that she continued to experience failures before she became what I knew.

"Then... is she Saber? Or is it a humanoid device created based on Saber?"

With absolute rationality, I analyze the person I like in this extremely dangerous environment.

Her father must have done it too, otherwise she would not have made extreme decisions one after another if she was as stubborn as she was.

With outstanding intelligence and top education, I quickly summed up a specific route according to the mental model.

The answer is clear.Lily is just Lily, built with tools in mind and acts with tools in mind.Emotion is an accident, reason is superfluous.The person I like is just the paint on the shell of the great miracle called the Holy Sword, and it doesn't matter, no one thinks it matters-except me.

The reason for making such a judgment is not based on my communication with her, but the attitude of my father towards her.If she is really Saber, the royal father at least treats Saber as another self, instead of using the phrase "that goblin" as a pronoun.

"It's a pity that it's a little late. Seeing you disgusting things, I have a starting point, and I understand all this-how much I can be smarter, so that I can really prevent this tragedy." But the words are here , I laughed again, with a decisive smile, without a trace of warmth: "But that's not good. If I were really too smart, I wouldn't like Lily. Instead, I used myself as a tool just like her and her father , do not know self-love."

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It's not that they want to attack me, but they want to rush into my body, fuse with me, and generate a sword in my body.

At the same time, my mind will be polluted by these evils, and it will be difficult to maintain myself.Even if he barely maintains consciousness, his personality will change drastically, and his personality is cruel, vicious, and full of violent tendencies.Even the attitude towards Lily is the same, from protecting her wholeheartedly to taking pleasure and satisfaction from her—in terms of the Holy Grail, it is Alterization, while maintaining the same essence, everything degenerates into negative side.

"It's a pity. If it was during the Holy Grail War, I would have done this. Because I didn't understand anything at that time, neither my ability nor my own value-but now I won't. Lily and her father The capital planned the worst for me, and almost thought it was fate. But I said it, I said it in front of Lily——I want to strangle fate by the throat, and then use brute force to unscrew it. head."

Saying that, Albion's Claw appeared in my hand.

Feeling the magic power surging from the pitch-black magic sword in my hand, I feel refreshed from the bottom of my heart.

"Sure enough, it's better for you to use. There is no such a bunch of crap. At first it was just a dragon's claw, and then it was just a sword being swung. It was not given a symbol, it was not given a concept, it was a pure killing tool, pure to the point of death. The ultimate killing sword. It is completely different from those so-called 'sacred swords'..."

The dark red thunder magic power burst out from the sword of Albion's Claw, like another sun, illuminating the dark pit redly, and even the dark viciousness on the ground was stained with a layer of blood-like scarlet.

I raised the sword high, the magic power on my body erupted completely, and the thunder shot straight into the sky, dyeing this "paradise" with nothing but curses in horror and tyranny—then, with the change of my mind , this thunder was dyed a strange purple.Violet soon replaced scarlet, and purple thunder continued to erupt, like a glorious pine tree, bombarding those malevolent curses near me.

Thunderbolt is a symbol of judgment, and the purple thunderbolt is the power that can only be mastered by a god king.Albion's Claw faithfully fulfills my will without mixing any of my own will, it is more mechanical than a machine, more than a device.And this is what a sword should look like, this is the sword that a holy swordsman should use...

"The curses accumulated in the mere lore belt, the dead things that can't even sustain themselves, rely on the power of the fantasy tree to survive until now, how dare they think about assimilating me? This is no longer underestimation, but complete contempt !"

As I said that, I stabbed the long sword bursting with purple lightning deeply into the anvil.

Steel is pierced, concepts are pierced.The world pins its hopes on the savior, so it is natural to endow the savior with authority and power.And I, a savior recognized by the world, is no longer a savior at this moment, but a usurper—usurping curses, hopes, and concepts.

"Albion's Claw, I'm so sorry I didn't give you your real name. But from now on, from this moment on, you will have a name—!"

Albion's Claw didn't respond.

It is a dead thing, it has no concept, it is a real tool.

Father is not a tool, Lily is not a tool, and I am not a tool.

Human beings try to transform themselves into tools, but how can they know that pure tools are far more powerful than human beings themselves?

Now, looking at these curses trying to implement, even try to usurp my will, I understand this truth.

"From now on, you are no longer Weilong's sharp claw, but my sword, which belongs only to me!"

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Purple thunder burst open, turning the dark space into purple day.

The reverberation of the purple god is roaring, and I wage war against fate with my own will.

This is the promise I made to myself, the collection of my pride, my hatred, and my emotions.

The cursed sea was bombarded and torn apart by thunder, and turned into countless individuals, and then returned to the appearance of a goblin.They were pitch black, and the insect wings were filthy, like unstable puppets made of black ooze.

This is exactly what I want.I swung the sword of the Dark Prince, turning it into a whip of thunder, and I slew.

I don't know how many these clay puppets are. I'm afraid all the dead goblins from the Hearsay Belt gather here.But the Dark Prince's sword cut all the goblins in half like a lawnmower rolling across the lawn.

Time loses its concept, and the killing never stops.The more I kill, the more sober I become.The time lost to conception became a reward, and the thrill of cleaning tickled my soul.I laughed and flitted among the behemoths, I laughed and spread the grid in the goblin sea of ​​black mud.After killing 100 people, kill 100 million people, and when 1000 million people kill people, kill [-] million people.

The "paradise" where only the curse exists is gradually boiling, my consciousness is completely integrated with the reverberation of the Purple God, and the crack called subspace tore a huge hole in the sky, squeezing the true ether of this "paradise", Transformed into my own realm.The slain cursed souls poured into the gap in the sky like dust being sucked into a vacuum cleaner.

I didn't give the sword a name, but gave myself a new identity.

The viciousness of the goblin has become a appetite, and the barren paradise has become a cocoon, where the gods of the past will be reborn, stretching out their hands to the throat of fate, trying to tear its head off while strangling it.

For a moment, I wished that what I got was the reverberation of the Red God.And I think Jeanna is more suitable for the power of the Purple God.This thought really only lasted for a moment—the personalities of the four of us are actually the opposite of the power we got, and it is because of the opposite that we can completely control these powers, instead of being controlled by the power.

"What, I thought how powerful the viciousness accumulated over 1 years is, and that's it? Ha! Destiny is such a ridiculous thing!"

Chapter Nine: Birth of the Purple God

◆Mordred◆

"Ha...ha! Come again!"

Shouting wildly, I split a beetle-shaped goblin the size of a heavy truck in half with the sword in my hand.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how many vicious individuals have been eliminated.

The tidal wave finally stopped, and now there are only a few waves left.

Even though my spiritual composition has changed from human to god, my body is still a mortal with dragon blood.

Ordinary people will get tired, have limits, and have things that they can't do anyway.

Every time you go beyond your limits, you will grow from it.

In this hell (paradise) where only viciousness and killing exist, only the party that fears first will be defeated.

The only question now is, how am I going to live, how am I going to get out.

The physical strength has bottomed out, the magic power has long been exhausted, and the viciousness accumulated by the dead goblin has not been exhausted yet.

This kind of situation is not impossible to solve - as long as I use the power of the void above to truly turn this paradise into a subspace ruled by the purple god, and at the same time I break away from the shackles of my body, and use these viciousness as nourishment to truly ascend to the gods.

All of this can be completely solved with just one thought.

But I don't want to do that.My consciousness is continuous, and abandoning the body also means abandoning the relationship of identity.

"Reverberation of the Purple God, I will not bid farewell to the past - I will surpass the past and obtain my own future!"

Roaring, I dodged the light shot of a huge earthworm-shaped goblin like a building, and then leaped high, cutting the regenerating goblin from top to bottom, turning it back into pitch-black silt .

The closer to the end, the greater the size and strength of the dead goblin.This is not only the counterattack of this vicious group, but also the result of the self-eating and evolution of vicious individuals-like the disasters on the island above.

However, the physical strength, energy and magic power will be exhausted, which is a fact that I cannot reverse.

If I had brought Lily in, the situation would have been much better, right?

It's just that Lily, a silly girl who is so stupid that she is even more stupid than her father, she insists on being so stubborn and won't listen to me.

This allows me to constantly break through my limits and fight against fate alone.

Stretching my last breath, I continued to kill.Fantasy beasts, imitated demons, and even alienated gods were all cut open by my sword and died.

Time continues to pass, but I can no longer feel the existence of time.

The enemies continued to grow larger, even larger than the Jormungandr outside.

I don't know how long it took, how many people were killed, the barren land revealed its true nature, the continuous tide finally stopped, and the gray sky was completely calm.

I barely straightened my body and looked at the beast that was so huge that anyone could fear it.

A whale emerges from above the tide.Compared with it, the toxic tide below is nothing more than a puddle that even sneakers can't get wet.A big earthquake came from the end of the land. Its whole body was covered with excessively thick scales. It looked like Godzilla, the God of Destruction. It maintained a height of thousands of meters and walked slowly towards me.

The most frightening thing is the sky. The "Eye of Fear" generated by the power of the Purple God is completely blocked and covered, and a snake-shaped dragon that is many times bigger than Yemengjia is entrenched in the sky, blocking the attack I caused. thunder.

However, I wasn't afraid.

Instead, I'm about to be amused by the viciousness of this lorebelt.

"Ha! Those who know will understand that you are imitating Behemoth, Leviathan, and Sheath. Those who don't know may think that you summoned the enlarged versions of Guradun, Kyoka, and Rayquaza!"

My magic has three attributes - the darkness inherited from my father, the lightning modified by my mother, and the space nourished by the scabbard.No matter what kind it is, it forces Du Hai to only make these poisons bigger and bigger.And now, they have become the most gigantic beings of all myths.

With me, who is close to exhaustion, can I defeat these three giant beasts?

have no idea.I have killed so far in this war, and I don't think about it at all.

Waving the sword in my hand, I galloped towards the distance.

The thunder accelerates me to the limit, and the storm makes me fly.

The divine sword manifested in the name of "Prince of Darkness" erupted with a thunder blade hundreds of meters long.

Bechymos, which is taller than the mountain, was right in front of my eyes. The Thunder Sword did hit its heel, but the wound was only a small cut, and it recovered quickly—— At this time, I envied the magic power of my father, the purple flame that never stops burning, the most restrained of these vicious creations.

As I approached, Behemoth changed the terrain, and lava gushed from the ground from time to time, accompanied by poisonous dust. The land of "Paradise" seems to have returned to the place where the planet was born, and it is not suitable for any life at all—except for the source of my blood, which is the fallen great dragon Albion in the end.

So I am not afraid of this extreme environment at all, my blood keeps my body alive in this purgatory.

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The fighting continued like this.I climbed on Behemoth's body, but no matter what, I couldn't create a real wound.This imaginary behemoth, capable of destroying human civilization, swayed its viciousness and fury in the interior of this planet.At every moment, lava-like spikes gushed out of its shell, and as long as it stopped for a moment, it would be restrained by dozens of times the gravity.I tried all my strength, but I still couldn't beat it.

What made me feel even more stressed was that the Leviathan in the distance hadn't made any movement yet, and the gigantic monster in the sky that was winding for hundreds of kilometers was still looking down at me with star-like eyes.

Finally, with the last bit of physical strength being squeezed out, my legs gave way and I sank into the shell of Bechymos. The magma of 1000 to [-] degrees instantly engulfed my feet, and the great pain made my brain suddenly go blank.

This great battle that surpasses all myths and created the world seems to end in my failure...

Is fate really invincible?Do I have to become another existence to surpass my father?I failed Kamran, I failed the Holy Grail War, do I still have to continue to fail here?

I... can't admit it.

I... will never admit it!

"Yes, you are the Prince of Darkness, how can you admit defeat?" Another voice came back to my ear, it was the voice of another me in the dream. "You can't even change Lily's fate. How can you change your father's fate? If you don't surpass the existence of becoming a god, how can you break the fate (vow) that binds your father?"

I struggled, feeling the collapse of my body, and the magic power in my body began to run wild.

The soul burns too, causing me to burst into purple flames that burn the vicious ooze that envelops me.

"Restrictions lifted. Honkai begins. Zero destruction liberation..."

"Prince of Darkness, go and crush fate!"

No thoughts, no thoughts, no images reflected in the eyes.

With my own will, I transformed into the purest tool.

Because tools are purely powerful, the more complex the tools, the more bloated and difficult to use.

The collapse of the body frees useless instinctual constraints.

The burning of the soul liberates useless fear, confusion and loss.

There is only one feeling left in my heart, which is as dazzling as the sun and dignified as the abyss.

--Love.

Since the birth of Mordred, the love for Artoria.

It is not love of family affection, love of taboo, nor love based on instinct.

It's just love.

The purer the emotion, the more intense it is.

The more intense the emotion, the more it will act in the vortex of the subspace.

With a human body and an artificial human soul, I use my emotions to release my own power.

In this absolute purity, I cannot feel the existence of my body, nor can I see the surrounding images.

But the memories that were deliberately buried in the past, also freed from the shackles, came to my mind.

"Ah...I remembered."

Why did the Purple God choose me?Why did God of Misfortune create a dream with me?

Now, I finally understand why.